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she whistled to the tune of the harmonica, a corpse of the woman she once was.
"will you play that again, darling? mother used to love that tune when we were young and alive."
could i ever achieve the amount of dollars i needed to buy my freedom? what is this system for, anyways? dollars to buy each other, to free ourselves? gods know dollars haven't been used in centuries. gods help me.
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